The Rollers were in imminent danger. The fire that had started in the field was now blazing out of control in the town, consuming the wrecked buildings voraciously, as if nature had been dreaming of the day it could reclaim this space. The heat caused Billy to sweat, and ash clung to his wet skin. When he wiped his brow, his hand turned black. Every breath came with heavy smoke, and the particles tickled his throat, causing him to cough as he tried to usher survivors into the trucks. Gunfire continued unabated as the Rollers tried to keep the horde at bay, but the fire had consumed the remains of Kim which was what seemed to be enticing them before. Now the horde was fleeing the fire, but their insatiable hunger for flesh kept them focused on the caravan. As they fled the flames, they discovered the caravan that they’d temporarily forgotten, and any fear they had of the fire was lost as they gnashed at the Rollers that were outside of the ring of trucks, working desperately to pull down the barricade.
